Chapter 1058

"Su'er, I didn't want to burn this letter, but your master also used a special kind of potion to write on this paper. It must be baked with fire, so that the words on this paper can appear." Cangchu said to sue'er.

Su'er looked at cangchu with half doubt: "you really don't want to burn this letter?"

"Even if I'm really your master and don't want to recognize you, I'll leave you with a sentence that you recognize the wrong person and leave directly. Why bother with you and explain to you?" Cang Chu explained patiently.

Su'er listened to this sentence and then handed the robbed letter to cangchu again.

After cangchu took the letter, he began to bake it with fire. Sure enough, within a short time, the paper began to show a lot of handwriting.

But what this paper shows is not the ordinary words, but the secret words that only the descendants of the great wizard can understand.

"What are these symbols?" Su'er looked at it and said it was strange. She was puzzled.

She would take a look at this letter every year, but unexpectedly, for four years, she did not know that there were some other contents hidden in this letter.

Cangchu moved his lips gently. When he saw the first word, his face changed rapidly. At last, his hand holding the letter was shaking.

As if the cold water of the lake in winter were pouring into his pocket, it made him cold from head to foot.

But the chill did not come from the body, but from the body.

His body was still hot, but there was a chill in his bones at this time, as if a white chill came out of his marrow.

"You say, what on earth is written on it? I can't understand it. Is this the writing created by your family Su'er looked at Cang Chu's face and immediately understood.

Cang Chu did not move away from the letter until he read the last word of the letter, and then he was a heavy breather.

"Tell me what my master wrote on it." Su'er was more anxious when she saw cangchu and didn't speak.

Cangchu slowly looked back at su'er and looked carefully. From her eyebrows and eyes to her raised lips, even the tiny hairs on her face, cangchu looked very carefully and clearly.

At last, he stretched out his hand stiffly and held su'er's small hand. With a little effort, he wrapped su'er's hand. For a long time, cangchu said to su'er, "will you come with me?"

"What do you mean? Why should I go with you? Do you mean to admit that you are my master, or do you want to take me to my master? " Sue asked in a series of counter questions.

"I'm the one you've been waiting for." Cangchu took a deep breath and said this sentence in a deep voice. After saying this, he quickly took Sue's hand and walked out.

Fingers on the lips, make a clear sound, a black horse will fly to cangchu's eyes, looking up to the sky to make a hiss.

Cang Chu gets on the horse first and then pulls su'er on the horse. He gently pulls the reins. Then the black horse carries Cang Chu and su'er running fast in the mountains.

Su'er was still puzzled and anxious, with a pair of smart eyebrows slightly wrinkled. In the fast wind, she asked loudly, "then you are admitting that you are my master? What on earth does it say? "

However, cangchu just pulled the reins and let the horses shuttle in the forest faster. His face was serious and silent, and he didn't answer su'er's questions.

"Hey, tell me..." Su'er's crisp and soft voice resounded through the forest. Where the horse was running, a bunch of yellow leaves fell, as if they were racing against time.

All the forest responded to Sue was the wind whistling in her ear, the rustling of leaves falling, and the clattering of horses' hooves on the rocks.

This year's first snow came very early. When I opened the window, I saw a vast expanse of white between the heaven and the earth. The snowflakes were falling from the sky like flying catkins, jade butterflies, dandelions, flying like flying, gently filling and floating.

All kinds of postures are changing in the air.

Yi'er and yu'er wake up early in the morning and are very happy to see the snowflakes falling. After getting dressed, they run to the palace and play with the palace girls.

For a time, the laughter echoed in the whole Weiyang palace.

Irene was dressed in White Mink and had a soup lady in her hand. Although it was snowy outside, Irene didn't feel cold at all.

I don't know if it snowed in Cangnan mountain?

What is cangchu doing now? As in previous years, do you collect snow to make tea?

Mujin came to Irene with a pair of drawings in her hand and closed the window of Xiaoxuan. "It's very cold outside. Be careful not to freeze yourself."

Irene turned her head, with silky hair, like a snow girl coming down from the snow mountain. She said in a delicate voice, "before it's too cold, you wrap me up in a ball, which is mink, and it's Mrs. Tang's. you don't know that the temperature of pregnant women is higher than that of ordinary people. The wind outside blows on my face. I don't know how comfortable it is."

Said Irene's hand then took mujin's hand, as expected very hot.

"That won't do. Come inside." Mujin takes Irene's hand and pulls her back to the imperial concubine's bed.

Then spread out the drawings on hand. This is a drawing of a building mausoleum.

"You have no other requirements except to carve the murals of our two lives on the walls of the tomb?" MOJIN asked softly.

Irene looked down at the drawings of the mausoleum spread out. Her delicate and lustrous hands crossed the drawings one by one. Then she looked up at mujin and said softly, "I have only one request. The paint will not last long after the air corrosion, so I used carving. This project may be a little longer."

Mujin has been on the throne for half a year. Generally, when the new emperor ascended the throne for one year, he began to prepare the mausoleum.

First, select a Fengshui treasure cave, then draw the drawings of the mausoleum, then the construction, and the time of site selection alone may take three years.

But Irene wanted to determine the internal structure of the mausoleum.

Mujin's pale lips smiled, as if ice and snow were melting in the corner of her lips, with a slight warmth: "do you want to save it for future generations? Isn't that to say that after our death, someone will open the tomb and disturb our long sleep? "

Throughout the ages, there has always been such a profession, tomb robbers, who dig the graves of the dead and steal the burial objects inside.